Mondo Heather

So let me hear you out, you want to be a writer? Cool, we could possibly be tribe! I’m talking howling at the moon, libations, and an intrinsic understanding. Soon, the reveries will begin! But before we become full on blood brothers and sisters and drink from the same glass, I have a few questions for you. First of all, why do you want to write? Feels basic enough but sometimes the simplest of questions can have a puzzle box of answers. The reason I write is because I really don’t have a choice.

Social media is a vessel of communication that is often both a blessing and a curse. It’s all in the motion of the virtual ocean and if a positive connection with our fellow humans is the vibrant sea life that thrives and spawns, then creatures like hot takes and clickbait are the Coney Island Whitefish washing upon the shore. At the very least, they’re a hamburger wrapper mucking up something inherently magical. We’ve all seen them.

Angels in the musical arts have gotten a bad reputation. Not even bad in a colorful, smoking-in-the-boys-room kind of way, but bad in a cliched and whitewashed way. Simpy, bloodless, with nary an ounce of passion and power. Once portrayed as creatures that possessed a fierce range of emotions who sported the faces and limbs from a variety of animals, how did such powerful creatures get their wings clipped and used to push the safest of music?